It was my birthday a couple of days ago, which means I’m officially another year older.
I’m choosing not to focus too much on that part.
What I do love is having the family over for dinner and dessert.
There’s just something about everyone sitting around the table together, talking, laughing, and somehow ending up on stories we’ve all heard at least ten times before.
And yet we still tell them.
Someone brings up something ridiculous that happened years ago. Someone else corrects the details because apparently that is absolutely not how it happened. Then everyone starts adding their own version, and before long we’re laughing like it happened yesterday.
Those are the moments I love most.
The food is great. The dessert is even better, obviously. But having everyone together, reminiscing, teasing each other, and telling the same funny stories over and over is really what makes the night special.
Birthdays have changed over the years.
When you’re younger, it’s all about presents and cake.
Now?
I think it’s more about looking around the table and being grateful for the people sitting there.
Although I’m still very much in favor of cake.
Some traditions should never change.
All the best,
Tia
